Yellow eyes. Blood shed. More bloodshed. And some drama. 
THAT is what it was at first. 

Then add witches to the mix and you have some messed up reality going on.

Target for a massacre.
Knives.
hit and runs
Kidnapping
Hostage

Crystal is a gem that grows in the midst of utter chaos directly aimed at her. 
A survivor's soul.
With more than enough lives involved in her business. Some good, some bad and some dead but kinda living too.

TARGET FOR DEMISE

Amy opened her eyes and stared at me like I had grown two heads. I had just finished telling her everything that happened in my point of view from the kidnapping to the witches and the dream attack. She didn’t interrupt me once or question anything instead she let out a loud yawn and proceeded to nod off right in front of me. This is not what I expected. 


“I spent 24 hours awake yesterday thinking I was crazy. I have successfully proved that is not the case,” she huffed, “I deserve to sleep.” 


And she rolled the drivers chair back, rolled up her window and mine and fell to sleep almost immediately. 


I looked around to see that we were still parked in the road with loud horn blaring past us every few seconds and the only thing I could do was grunt and fall back into my seat while I wait for Amy to finish her nap. 


Flashes